Qiao Chuchu shook her head, "I can't sleep a bit."
She glanced at her plastered hand. She had just asked the doctor, and the doctor said the broken hand was set, and a few months of rest would be enough. Her hand was the most seriously injured.
"You didn't tell my mom, right?" Qiao Chuchu asked.
Fu Ziqian shook his head, "No, don't worry."
Qiao Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief. When Fu Ziqian handled things, it was reassuring.
Qiao Chuchu talked with Fu Ziqian for a while before slowly falling asleep.
But Fu Ziqian couldn't sleep. He kept looking up information about HIV on his phone. Although the doctor had already told him what to pay attention to and the consequences, his heart was still restless and anxious, unable to calm down… Just now, he almost slipped up in front of Qiao Chuchu.
First the car accident, then HIV. Fu Ziqian felt like he was about to collapse.
Such things happening to Chuchu felt even more devastating than if they happened to himself.
